Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Just then, a hand reached out from the large pit behind the rock and clung to the edge of the road.

Xia Wange's pupils contracted slightly.

She hadn't even noticed the incredibly dense, almost solidified purple aura before!

Grandpa Sanqing, the purple aura is so thick that even with her third eye activated, she can't tell whether the other person is male or female!

Xia Wange closed her eyes, and the world instantly returned to normal.

She clearly saw the owner of the purple aura in front of her.

He was a tall, slender man with a limp, who, despite lying on the ground, remained dignified and elegant, with very fair skin.

At that moment, the other person turned their head, and a pair of beautiful, deep eyes met hers.

Xia Wange silently added a sentence in her heart.

He is an extremely handsome man, so handsome that his face could be used as legs!

Who could resist helping him?

Summer Evening Song.

She even considered carrying the other person's wheelchair and running away.

There was nothing she could do; she was just too weak.

But reason prevailed in the end; one cannot take the things of the chosen one without careful consideration, or misfortune will follow.

Xia Wange pushed the wheelchair forward a little, glanced at the pit the other person had fallen into, and was speechless.

He truly is a chosen one; others either suffer broken bones or die in car accidents.

Even those who were in better condition bled, and she herself rolled around in the pit several times.

But he!

The car had overturned from such a height, yet it was still lying safely in a ditch, a ditch full of fine grass, with no injuries whatsoever and its clothes barely dirty.

With such strong fortune, one would have been destined to be an emperor in ancient times, but unfortunately, being born in modern times, one's auspicious energy is difficult to express, leading to self-destruction.

Thinking of this, Xia Wange pursed her lips, conflicted.

If I tell him that I can cure his leg, will he believe me?

If he doesn't believe it, is it too late to run away with his wheelchair now?

With this wheelchair, and by the power of the air it provides, she can become a true goddess in this circle!

Who could resist that!

Is this how Heaven tests her?

Lu Qiu, who had just recovered from the soft grass, struggled to climb up. He then saw a slender figure pushing his wheelchair slowly through the ruins and billowing dust.

He reached out and grasped his wheelchair, not even having a chance to say thank you, when a few clear voices echoed in his mind after a strange emptiness.

[A strong destiny, in ancient times it would have been the fate of an emperor, but the misfortune of being born in modern times...]

If I told him I could heal his leg...

If he doesn't believe it...

Lu Qiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

These days, people still steal wheelchairs? He had never seen such a shameless person.

Even though he disliked people looking at his legs with prejudice, it was still better than this person who tried to take his wheelchair right away.

With a burst of strength he didn't know he came from, he pushed himself up and sat directly in the wheelchair, his voice cold and clear.

"No, but please let me pass by for a moment."

After saying that, he controlled the electric wheelchair to move away.

Belatedly realizing, Lu Qiu understood that he hadn't seen the other person speak.

Auditory hallucination?

When he turned back to look for the woman, she had vanished without a trace.

Lu Qiu rubbed his forehead. It seemed there was something wrong with his brain. He would need to have a thorough examination later.

When Xia Wange heard the other party say they wouldn't lend it, she knew something was wrong. She quickly went to a corner and used the spiritual energy inside the jade ring to open her third eye. Sure enough, she found that she was surrounded by a trace of bad luck.

She gasped in shock. The chosen one was terrifyingly powerful; she'd only thought about taking the wheelchair, and yet she'd been inexplicably rejected?!

Fortunately, her intentions weren't bad, and she only encountered a bit of bad luck...

Xia Wange glanced down at the wisp of bad luck and put the jade away.

Anyway, she has merit protecting her, so the bad luck won't be too great.

But how could the car of the chosen one have a problem?

Xia Wange walked back to the area around Driver Zhang's car and searched carefully. Sure enough, she found several talismans that were half-burned in a corner.

She opened it, glanced at it, and gave a cold laugh.

Overestimating his abilities, incompetent yet fond of playing around, he actually dared to calculate the time when Heaven would take away people and risk robbing the destiny of the chosen one.

The other party was indeed quite capable; he actually managed to borrow that one moment.

But a chosen one is a chosen one after all. Even if his car were driving on a tightrope, it would be impossible for him to have an accident. In addition, driver Zhang was already facing a major calamity in his life. The combination of these two factors led to the accident.

The person who caused the misfortune behind the scenes will surely suffer a great backlash and is probably dead by now.

The cultivator who helped the calamity also lost half his life.

Xia Wange saw the ambulance arrive and was about to leave.

In the blink of an eye, she saw another bewildered soul wandering around his body. She glanced at the mangled remains of his body, barely clinging to life. This car had rolled down the road alongside the chosen one's vehicle, but unfortunately, his luck was too weak; he was doomed.

He sighed, then burned a talisman for rebirth, helping him to be reincarnated smoothly.

He glanced at the jade ring whose spiritual energy had dimmed considerably, and then at the faint golden light of merit on his body, feeling a pang of regret.

If she could gather her spiritual energy, she would have come out of the mountains long ago, instead of nurturing the jade for so many years, remaining dormant for so long, and only when she had only one year left to live did she reluctantly use the spiritual energy in her collection of jade to come out and take on jobs and accumulate merit.

As she pondered where to bury the used jade in a place rich in spiritual energy to "rest" it, she walked to the car that was picking people up from the mountain. When she found that several cars were full, Xia Wange realized that her bad luck was about to begin.

With a sigh, Xia Wange strolled around the venue.

Sure enough, it was discovered that the chosen one had already been taken away by the ambulance, leaving behind those who were difficult to transport immediately.

Driver Zhang was stuck and needed firefighters to come and rescue him with tools, but his severed hand had been immobilized and was not seriously injured.

"Master! Master! You're still here! Thank you so much. They said it's a good thing the door fell off, otherwise the medical staff wouldn't have been able to help me stabilize my hand." Driver Zhang's eyes widened as soon as he saw Xia Wange, and he excitedly called out to her.

Although it was dark, he had clearly seen the other party throw the talisman! With such a thick piece of jade attached, the talisman was thrown very high and burned up instantly.

After the other party threw the talisman, he clearly felt that his energy and spirit had improved a lot. It was truly amazing!

He also witnessed the master remove the car door with his own eyes, something a normal person would do.

The master truly deserves to be called a master.

"Hey, still stuck." With nothing else to do while waiting for the rescue vehicle, Xia Wange leaned against the car and chatted with the driver, Zhang. "How's your hand?"

"Master, thanks to you, my hand was broken, but all the other parts have been checked and everything is fine!"

Xia Wange nodded, took out her phone and glanced at the date. It was already the end of the month. She then looked at Driver Zhang and asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Song. You can call me Xiao Zhang or Xiao Song, it's fine."

"Little Song, it's like this, I have another divination to do this month, and we seem to have a connection. Would you like yours?"

"Count! Count, count, count!"

"Not asking about the divination fee?"

"I won't ask!" Zhang Song now completely trusts Xia Wange.

"Okay, five hundred for one divination, pay first." Xia Wange took out her QR code for payment.

Zhang Song's phone was right next to him, so he quickly paid the money. He showed no dissatisfaction at being asked for money while his leg was still stuck; on the contrary, he was overjoyed.

He gave his birth date and time, and then he saw the other party open a webpage, enter his birth date and time, and a lot of information quickly appeared.

What Renshen, Wushen, all sorts of colors.

It dawned on him later that this seemed to be a horoscope chart, which corresponds to the birth date and time, and the time is represented by the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. His mother believed in these things, so he knew a little about them.

So I asked, "Are you... using your phone to generate the divination chart?"

Xia Wange looked up. "With technology so advanced these days, do you expect me to use primitive methods to draw a birth chart? Xiao Song, you have to believe in science."

Zhang Song: "..."

Doing things based on feudal superstition while talking about science—don't you see the difference?